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A Quest for Eternal Imagination

(Sorry, I just needed to let that out!)

I just finished the first movement of my saxophone sonata today!  It's really freakin' complicated, and working on it often made my head spin!  Thank goodness for my trusty music theory textbook!

I'm really pleased with the work thus far.  Though this first movement was EXCEEDINGLY DIFFICULT to write (I can't imagine how difficult it will be to LEARN!), it was a challenge well worth meeting!  I defeat you, 1st movement!

Now it's on to the serenity of the 2nd Movement!  This will be a gorgeous movement and a lot of fun to write.  It will be akin to swimming in a secluded pond in the middle of a forest, long forgotten by human eyes.  It will be a great contrast to the 1st Movement, which, fortunately or unfortunately, depending upon one's perspective, is rather like experiencing a magnitude 9.5 earthquake.

I can't wait to play this and to get it heard!

Current Mood: Misconfrompleated
Current Music: Sonata for Alto Saxophone and Piano, Movement I -- by Me

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Conas atá tú?                         (How are you?)


Tá mé go deabhail.                (I am doing well.)


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Such a pretty language!

Current Music: Sonata for Alto Saxophone and Piano, Movement I -- by Me

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Yesterday I went to the zoo with some friends of mine, and I couldn't help but notice that they rushed through all the animal exhibits.  We only had two hours to be there, so I certainly understand that they wanted to see everything (and it certainly isn't a large zoo), but I somehow don't think that rushing through everything is the way to maximize one's enjoyment.  I'm the type that likes to linger and ponder whatever has my attention, but my friends kept hurrying me along.  Fortunately, I managed to jot down the names of interesting-looking birds, so I'll get the chance to research them whenever I get the chance.  One of my friends was particularly pushy; she rushed through the zoo just like she rushed through the art museum that we went to in Austin!  That is, she looked at one animal for approximately two seconds, and then moved on to the next.  There's no reflection going on there.

It's not surprising that she told me that she wasn't impressed with the art museum.  You can't really appreciate art until you put forth the effort to understand it!

I'm afraid that our obsession with the visual media has altered the very way that we think and behave in the real world.  There are, of course, quite a few people who still allow themselves time to think and to savor whatever it is that they are occupied with, but for a large proportion of our culture, thinking is out of date.  I wonder how the trip to the zoo would have gone, if in some alternate dimension, my friends weren't exposed to <i>years</i> worth of visual media.  My hunch is that they would not have been in such a hurry.

Later on, we were sitting at an outdoor cafe that is located in a busy part of town.  The weather was nice-not too hot--and we were simply sitting there, enjoying our ice cream, and having conversations.  But when everyone finished their ice cream, they wondered what there was to do next.  I suggested that we simply remain seated and relax, take in the scenery, and talk some more.  But nope, I suppose that's not too fun for them.  It also seems that "doing something" always equates with spending money as well. 

Have we lost the ability, as a species, to entertain ourselves. . . with only ourselves?  Why can't we be entertaining for each other?

Oh well.

At least I'm lucky enough to have the ability to entertain myself.
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I'm currently reading Stoker's Dracula.  I am only about midway through it, but something happened whilst reading it that I never, ever anticipated.  I actually found the story (thus far) to be quite moving.

What does this vampire novel do to engage my emotions?  How does it do it?  As an aspiring writer, I need to get to the root of this. 

The edition of Dracula that I have provides a brief overview of the novel's contemporary commentary.  Some critics believed (and likely there are a number out there who still do) that while Stoker is a master of writing frightening scenes, his characters are bland and lack depth.  I am not necessarily going to refute that claim, but the characters are real enough to me that I have begun to establish emotional connections with them.  Perhaps this is the result of the narrative structure of the novel; The story is told through various characters' journal entries and newspaper reports.  The effect of this narrative technique is that I feel as though I am inside the characters' minds--I am seeing what they see, and that's what makes the novel all the more frightening.  We learn the details of their quotidian lives:  their professions, their dreams, their loves.  As a reader, I become angry when Dracula disturbs the lives of these characters. 

It is also true that others see us better than we see ourselves.  If this book utilized a 3rd person omniscient narrator, the field of narrative visibility would widen considerably.  Much of the book's charm is that the central narrative--a rather simple story about a vampire run-amok-in-the-big-city--is obscured through all of the point of view shifts.  Dracula has rarely been seen up to the point of the story that I'm at, but his prescience is always felt.  The wings of the bat are always flapping against the bedroom window, and it makes me want to stand up and scream "WAKE UP YOU FOOLS, DRACULA IS THE BAT OUTSIDE THE WINDOW!"  But they never get my message.

Now to finish the book!  I really love how the word "vampire" has seldom been used up to this point in the story.  The characters don't know that he's a vampire (save for Jonathan Harker and Dr. Van Helsing), so why would they use the term?  They wouldn't.

There is also the theme of ostensible reality versus actual reality.  I am personally enamored of this theme because my own sense of reality is so much different than the majority of the population's!  I am not a believer in vampires and ghosts and all of that jazz, but I admire Van Helsing's conviction in what he believes in.  Hopefully I shall have integrity enough to withstand the scrutiny that I will evoke for the remainder of my life.

As Van Helsing would say, "I am dazzle" by Dracula thus far.


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I haven't visited live journal in, well, forever, so it seems as though I update this as often as a blue moon.  Wait a second, <i>there is a blue moon tonight</i>!  Might as well write away.


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